How is it that your lips can whisper such beautiful things that only sound like screams in the air

I can’t describe the pain I feel

So I write it down for all to hear

And I can’t help but admit it’s true

That I’m losing my mind over you

can you still feel my fingers run through your hair when you look at her?

ki

gasping for air to breathe, she apologized.

with his face in his hands, he forgave her again.

you don’t just make her cry and hurt inside,

you make her scream at the pain of her own hands.

i’m being suffocated with my own thoughts.

we show more attention to the people would can go days without asking us how we are, why?

we strive for their acceptance, for their love.

it’s questionable; the lengths an individual would go for love.